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There's no wind along these seas, so we must wake the white-ash breeze
My poem "Post-Millennial Augury Blues" was accepted last night by Through the Gate and is now online. It was written a few days after November's election, watching other people's responses and thinking about my own. Everyone wants to think they would have been heroic in the past, but everyone knows how the past turned out. You have to be heroic now, not knowing the ending of the story.
Toward that end, I baked oatmeal cookies with sour cherries, met Dean for tea in Harvard Square, and bought my husband a book for his birthday, which is tomorrow.
Toward that end, I baked oatmeal cookies with sour cherries, met Dean for tea in Harvard Square, and bought my husband a book for his birthday, which is tomorrow.
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